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I have finally gotten my hands on the cookbook. So there are four chapters, I will start posting them, but with what should i start?

Further down there's the list of recipes, if somone wants a specific one, write it down in the comments.

Omatikaya Offerings: (10/11)

1st Recipe -> OVUMSHROOM BURGER: Here

2nd Recipe -> FORAGED FRUITS BREAKFAST: Here

3rd Recipe -> HALLELUJAH MOUNTAIN CUPS: Here

4th Recipe -> WOODLAND MUSHROOM RAMEN: Here

5th Recipe -> PARADISE COCKTAIL: Here

6th Recipe -> TACO SURPRISE: Here

7th Recipe -> RAINFOREST SOURDOUGH TOAST: Here

8th Recipe -> GREEN SHAKSHUKA: Here

9th Recipe -> BOTANIST’S LUNCH BOWL: Here

10th Recipe -> HUNTERS’ TRAIL MIX: Here

TBA

RDA Rations: (6/14)

1st Recipe -> FRONTIER PANCAKES: Here

2nd Recipe -> WARRIOR "WINGS": Here

3rd Recipe -> HELL’S GATE CORNBREAD MUFFINS: Here

4th Recipe -> RDA CORN RIBS: Here

5th Recipe -> LOCKED AND LOADED TORTILLA CHIPS: Here

6th Recipe -> UNOBTANIUM ENERGY BITES: Here NEW!!

TBA

Metkayina Bounty: (6/14)

1st Recipe -> SMOKED TROUT ROLLS: Here

2nd Recipe -> ZESTY SEAWALL SKEWERS: Here

3rd Recipe -> NA’VI SUPER SMOOTHIE BOWL: Here

4th Recipe -> SPICY SQUID MORSELS: Here

5th Recipe -> SEA SHIMMER POKE BOWL: Here

6th Recipe -> REEF BITES: Here

TBA

Clan Feasts: (9/11)

1st Recipe -> HALLELUJAH CELEBRATION CAKE: Here

2nd Recipe -> LUMINESCENT ICE POPS: Here

3rd Recipe -> CHOCOLATE BARK OFFERING: Here

4th Recipe -> PANDORAN PARTY PLATTER: Here

5th Recipe -> BLUE SEAS TEAR-AND-SHARE GARLIC BREAD: Here

6th Recipe -> HOMETREE PLATTER: Here

7th Recipe -> PURPLE SKY COOKIES: Here

8th Recipe -> SWEET AND STICKY CHICKEN: Here

9th Recipe -> CELEBRATORY CLAN ROAST: Here (Poll for next week) NEW!!

TBA

Omatikaya's recipes:

RDA's:

Metkayina's:

Clan's:

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I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.

everyone make sure to set out cheese & crackers for neil tonight <3

I’m sitting in a coffee shop right now, and there’s a teenage boy and girl (I’d say about 16-17) sitting at the next table over. At first I thought they were on a date, but actually the exact opposite is happening - no, not a breakup. I mean they’re talking about the fact that they both have a crush on the same girl. Currently they’re very earnestly debating whether they should ask her out one after another or if they should go together like in that one episode of Community.

Okay, but here's a dark au where Spider drags Quaritch from the water and promptly kills him, and now no one knows what to do with this human child soaked in the blood of his own father. Blood is thicker than water, right? Why would a son kill his own father? Pandora's greatest enemy is dead. The scourge of the Na'vi is gone.

So, what is this feeling of discontent?

-) The moment Spider pulled Quaritch from the water, he made a choice.

-) The once-mighty colonel was barely clinging to life, his body battered, his strength drained. Weak. Helpless. A man who had terrorized Pandora, who had burned forests and spilled the blood of Eywa's children, now lay before him, gasping, vulnerable.

-) The knife in Spider’s hand felt light. The motion effortless.

-) One swift drag across the throat was all it took. Just like Neytiri would have done to him. 'Do you see me now?' Spider thinks. 'See me. See me. SEE! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE MADE OF ME!'

-) Quaritch barely made a sound, just a wet, choked gasp as his lifeblood spilled into the water, dark ribbons mixing with the lapping waves. His body seized, his fingers twitching—but Spider only crouched there, watching, waiting. He waited for the flood of emotion. For the relief. The triumph. The guilt. But there was nothing. Just… numbness.

-) The monster was dead. The one responsible for so much suffering, for so much destruction, for everything—gone. And yet, Spider felt nothing. His father’s glassy eyes stared up at him, lifeless. Eywa’s grace had abandoned him long ago. And with any luck, Quaritch’s soul would never find peace. Never find acceptance. Spider exhaled slowly, running his tongue over dry lips, blinking at the bloodied body at his feet. His hands weren’t even shaking.

-) It was done. His brother avenged. The souls of Neytiri's family are avenged. His debt to the Sullys was paid in full. Everything is calm.

-) A soft rustling pulled his gaze upward. His father's Banshee crouched a few feet away, its golden eyes locked onto Spider with an eerie intensity. Spider tensed, half-expecting it to lunge, to attack, to avenge its fallen rider. But it didn’t. It simply watched. And then, without a sound, it lowered its head. Acceptance. Recognition.

-) As if possessed by something beyond himself, Spider stepped forward, his hand outstretched. His fingertips brushed against the creature’s snout, and for the first time that horrible day, he allowed himself a small, hollow smile. Perhaps it was a good thing that Quaritch never truly bonded to this one.

-) The rest of the Na'vi find him hours later, and Tonowari approaches first, his large shadow stretching over the scene, but he hesitates. The Metkayina chief has seen many battles, many bodies. And yet, this is different. This is a child, soaked in the blood of his own father. Why would a son do this? Spider meets his gaze, his expression empty. He waits for judgment. Condemnation. Something.

-) But when Tonowari speaks, it is not with anger. "The demon is dead." A statement. A fact. The warriors behind him exchange uneasy glances, but none argue. Some murmur in agreement; others simply watch. None move to comfort the boy who did the deed. Perhaps they do not know how.

-) The Sully are more horrified than relieved. Even Neytiri, who should feel the greatest relief of all, does not celebrate. Her bow hand clenches, fingers twitching as though her body is caught between two instincts. To praise him… or to fear him. She does not understand. She had thought she knew hatred. She had felt it burn through her when she held the blade to Spider’s throat on the Sea Dragon, her grief drowning out reason.

-) Jake had told her stories—of how humans could be cruel to their own offspring, how some children were beaten, abandoned, even killed by those who were meant to love them. How those same children woke up one day and decided to kill their parents. She had never believed it. Not until now. She watched Spider wipe the blood from his blade with mechanical precision, his movements too calm, too practiced. There is no triumph in his face, no relief, no sorrow.

Just a hollow emptiness.

-) Something dark and quiet has settled in the boy’s chest, a coldness that should not exist in one so young. The boy named Spider died on the Sea Dragon. Drowned beneath the weight of Neytiri’s hate, choked on the understanding that he would never belong. And what remains in his place is something else. Something Tonowari's people and the Sullys do not understand. Something they accept but fear all the same.

-) Jake takes a step forward, but Spider lifts a bloodied hand, stopping him before he can speak. "Don’t." His voice is hoarse, flat. "Your son has been avenged. The debt is paid. I am done. We are done." Jake stares, tears in his eyes, something unspoken hanging between them. "Kid, I never wanted this--" Spider turns his back, mounting the ikran with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before. And then he was gone. The wind howled as the graceful creature lifted itself into the sky, carrying Spider higher, farther, into the unknown. Jake’s voice rose behind him, calling his name. Kiri's voice is the loudest, crying and screaming for him, but he hardens his heart. They call his name. Spider does not return. Spider does not look back.

This will never NOT be funny